Chapter 1: Discord's Deal with the Devil
CRRRRRKK.
The pale, stone statue that housed the body and soul of Discord began to wobble and tremble furiously. All over its surface, deep cracks started to spread, and with each one the tremor from inside grew more and more powerful. Finally, in an explosion of sheer force and will, the stone prison shattered entirely, revealing the monstrous entity that was Discord in the flesh. He snarled proudly and bellowed out in laughter, throwing his fists into the air in triumph.
"BWAHAHAHA! Discord's back, baby!!"
"KEEP IT DOWN, WILL YA?!"
"B-huh..?" The angry voice startled Discord out of his celebration, and he blinked several times trying to make sense of things, his mouth hanging agape. Everywhere he looked, creatures as disgusting and monstrous as he, some even more so, sat grumpily. Every now and then, fire or steam would billow from one of the many vents in the red, stony walls. The large, crowded cave was well lit by hundreds of wooden torches, and he'd only just begun to realize how unbearably sweltering it was. He rubbed his neck and shook his head, walking humbly into the large room, mumbling to himself.
"It wasn't enough to lock me up in stone, they had to throw me into Tartarus too, huh?" He sighed and rested his elbow onto the counter of what he presumed was a bar carved into the stone wall. Behind the counter, a placid looking horned beast polished a stone mug with a tattered, ashy cloth. "Only Celestia could be that cruel."
Discord rested his head on his lion's paw glumly and looked around at the place. For hell, it was far more developed than he thought it would be. There were numerous tables and chairs carved into the stone, and there even appeared to be numerous bars and shops etched into its walls. It was a surprisingly lively place, humming with the broken and growling voices of its hundreds of inhabitants, and most of them seemed to be handling themselves particularly well; some were even laughing and smiling. Discord sighed and spoke gloomily to the barkeeper without bothering to look at him.
"So what do you guys do for fun around here..?"
The barkeeper grunted. "Uh, fun?"
Discord turned to him. "Well, I mean, you know. How do you pass the time?"
The barkeeper shrugged and spit into the mug, rubbing it in with the cloth, at which Discord couldn't help but cringe.
"Just look and see for y'rself. Some guys play cards. Some guys fight each other. Some guys carve. Some guys trade around whatever trinkets and what have ya that they managed to bring from the outside. Y'know, ya do whatever ya can."
Discord nodded and observed the others some more. "Alotta guys just spend all of their time here diggin'," the barkeeper added. "But it ain't like they're going anywhere anyways."
With a quick stretch, Discord decided he would go have a look around for himself. He was about to leave when the bartender stopped him.
"'Ey! Ya want somethin' to drink?"
Discord was hesitant. "What do you have..?"
The bartender picked up on his suspicions, which weren't entirely unfounded. "Uh, we got, uh... Blood, 'n some salt water that sometimes drips off tha ceilin'. It actually ain't too bad if you mix tha two."
Discord shook his head and sighed once again. "No thanks. I think I'll be fine."
The bartender nodded understandingly and Discord made his way to the bustling center of the pit. At first, he took special care to avoid walking into the other monsters sulking around him, but it seemed like they were trying to hit him. It was as though they had no respect for the god-like being that he was. Then again, he didn't have much respect for himself in this place. He wandered aimlessly into the mass, looking for anything to distract himself from his current predicament. Despite being taller than any pony, most of the creatures here were as tall as he was, so he had to stand on the tips of his toes to see over their heads, trying to peer into any of the many shops that lined the walls. One shop sold thick stone playing cards, another sold clubs and other weapons made of bones. There even seemed to be an art shop where they sold slabs of stone painted with blood.
Most of it disgusted him, but one shop in particular piqued his interest, mostly because he had no idea what was inside. It had by far the longest line of any of the shops, and every now and then bursts of random colors would shoot out of the makeshift animal hide curtain hanging inside. Discord, realizing that he had nothing better to do, decided to wait in the line, if only to see what the shop offered.
The line moved incredibly slowly, only speeding up every once in a while when someone was violently kicked out of the shop, presumably for not having enough to purchase whatever was inside. Several times one of the monsters would try to kick Discord out of his spot in line, but he stood his ground, using his cunning to easily outsmart the dimwitted criminals. After what seemed like an eternity, he was finally next in line. He eagerly tried to peer through the ragged skin curtain, but was only greeted by the same bright flashes of color. He huffed grumpily and feigned patience until it was finally his turn to enter.
After what could have only been hours of waiting, although, admittedly, there was no way to tell, the curtain opened up, and the customer before him walked out of the shop, grinning to himself. It was finally his turn. Discord was almost giddy with anticipation. A large, angry looking demon stepped out.
"Madame Serpiente will see you now."
Discord stepped forth, and followed the demon's lead into the dark room.
Madame Serpiente? he thought. Great, Discord, you've been here one day and you've managed to find yourself in the only brothel in hell. You're certainly making progress.
As soon as he stepped in, the demon stepped outside and hurriedly slid closed the thick curtain. In the following instant, at least forty candles lit up simultaneously, lighting up the surprisingly ornately decorated shop. Lining the walls were jars, vials, and bottles of various colors of bright liquids. There were also mysterious paintings and etchings hanging around him. And, as he could have guessed there would be, a large cauldron filled the center of the room. Discord was startled out of appreciation of the shop by a loud hiss.
"Ahh, Dissssscord. How could a being as powerful as you find himself in my shop..?"
Perhaps the most gaudily decorated part of the room was its host. There sitting in a bone chair was a sort of snake creature. Her eyelashes were exaggeratedly long, her lips thick with blood-colored lipstick, and her clothes were brightly colored and free flowing, far different from anything else he'd seen in Tartarus. Her arms were skinny and covered in bangles up to her elbows. Her nails were just as vividly painted as her lips, and on almost all of her fingers was a beautiful ring. She certainly wasn't ugly - if maybe a bit overdone - which struck him as odd based on everything else he'd seen there. He had several theories as to why she was so popular among the other monsters.
Discord smirked and slowly took the chair in front of her, immediately struck by how uncomfortable it was but still trying to retain his slyness. "So, you know me, do you..?"
"Why of courssssse I do," she answered, leaning in to rest her snaky elbows on the rim of the cauldron, resting her chin in her hands while she looked at him. "You're something of a perssssssonal hero of mine..."
He was extremely attracted to her flirtatious demeanor, even given the current circumstances. "Well, then," he said, leaning in similarly. "It's such a shame that we have to meet in a place like this..."
She reached out a claw and grazed her sharp nails against his cheek. "Mmmhmm..." Before he could lean against her touch, she slid back into her chair and pressed her fingertips together, looking at him with more determination than attraction.
"But, sadly," she began, almost sighing. "I'm here to run a business, of course, and that hoard of ghastly beasts behind you wouldn't be too happy if you and I sat back here all night admiring each other." Discord gulped embarrassedly and nodded in agreement.
"Y-yes, yes, of course."
"Ssssssso..." she said, starting to get more comfortable again. "What is it that I can do for you, dear..?"
Discord shifted uneasily in his chair, forcing a grin. "Well, you see, I came here not exactly knowing exactly it is that you do..."
Madame Serpiente grinned at the unfamiliar thrill of having a new customer. She reached a claw forward again and scratched teasingly under his chin. "I can do a lot of things..." She eased away again and dipped her finger into the cold water of the cauldron, swirling her finger in circles to create a gentle whirlpool in the mystic water. "Charms, spells, potions... curses..." She playfully flicked some water at his face and sat back in her chair again. "All you have to do is pick your poison..."
Discord was still just as unsure as he was when he walked into the room. He had always been used to conjuring his own magic and spells. He couldn't imagine what he would need any of that for down here. Unless she had a potion for teleporting back to the outside, he was having a hard time thinking of something he wanted. She picked up on his pondering and flicked her long forked tongue.
"There's got to ssssssomething you're craving... Like..." she batted her eyelashes alluringly. "Love..?" Assuming this was just a tactic she used on all of her customers, he stared back at her dryly, unmoved. She hissed slightly and continued her pitch. "Or, maybe..." she looked up at him again. "Revenge..?"
Discord brightened up at the sound of the word. Yes! he thought. Revenge! If it weren't for those ponies I wouldn't be in this miserable pit!! I should be at my rightful place ruling Equestria! Not sweltering in a run down potion shop! He tried to keep himself reserved, not wanting to give away his powerful craving for vengeance.
"It depends," he teased. "What did you have in mind?"
The sorceress perked up, smirking, knowing she hit a nerve. "Oh, I'm sure I've got something for you lying around here," she said, slithering herself up from her chair to sift through the packed shelves. "Give me a sssssssssecond..."
Discord grinned to himself and rubbed his hands together unconsciously as he thought about the beauty of his revenge. This will show those goodie little ponies what it means to take on the spirit of chaos!
Madame Serpiente turned her attention from the shelves to one of several trunks littered around her shop, opening it up and sifting through his contents. Discord looked around placidly and patiently, studying anything that caught his eye. After looking at some of the trinkets curiously, his eyes finally met with a small display set aside from the others. Lined up perfectly side by side were seven small vials, each filled with a differently colored, thick, vivid liquid, and below each was a label scribbled in parchment: superbia, avaritia, invidia, gula, acedia, ira, and luxuria. Discord squinted his eyes to study them more.
"What about these?" he said, pointing to the vials. Madame Serpiente looked up from the large chest to see what he was talking about.
"Oh, no, darling, don't worry about those," she dismissed, turning her attention back to the chest, still sifting through its contents. "Those are merely purified sins. More of a display piece, actually, consssidering nearly every breathing creature that has ever lived harbors at least one of those vices."
Discord snicked evilly, reaching to pluck the blue vial from the display, the one marked superbia. "Oh, you don't understand," he said, looking into it eagerly. "These ponies I had in mind... They're as pure as it gets." The sorceress closed and locked the trunk, hissing slightly as she stood up again, moving toward him. "Even I couldn't corrupt them..."
Madame Serpiente took the vial from him and stared at it herself, almost starting to match his excitement for the scheme. "That'ssssss the beauty of these particular curses... they don't corrupt from the outside... But unlock the corrupt desires from the insssside..."
Discord chuckled gleefully. "BAH-HAH! It's perfect!"
Serpiente grinned at the excitement of her customer, plucking up each of the vials carefully in her long fingers. She sat down in her chair and looked up at Discord, the familiar seductive look in her eyes.
"But, naturally, before we begin," she mumbled. "There issss the matter of your payment..."
Discord grumbled and patted his chest and sides, trying to find some gem or bit tucked away somewhere.
"I... can't say that I have anything on me at the moment, but..."
The sorceress shushed him and shook her head, setting the vials aside to grab some empty jars from another chest.
"Don't worry about it, dear... let'ssssss just leave your first purchase as an I.O.U., hm..?"
"Yes!" Discord delighted. "Deal!"
Serpiente snickered to herself before lining up a few jars. "Ssssssso, how many ponies are on the agenda..?"
"Six," Discord snarled. "Each one as annoying as the last."
"Six will do just fine," she said, arranging six jars, once again looking at Discord. "I'm... assssssuming you know their cutie marks..?"
"Yes!" asserted Discord. He pressed a claw to his chin as he fought to remember. "Let's see.. There's Applejack, whose cutie mark is three apples. Easy enough, right?” Serpiente obediently took a vial labeled "cyanide", dumping some of the powder into one of the jars. Apparently catching Discord's skeptical stare, she explained herself.
"Made from apple sssseeds," she explained.
"Ah, yes, right. Okay, so... Then there's Fluttershy, whose cutie mark is three butterflies..." Serpiente slipped a few of what appeared to be butterfly's wings from a bowl and crumbled them into another jar.
"Good... Now we have Rainbow Dash, whose cutie mark is a rainbow lightning bolt shooting out of a cloud..." The sorceress sighed and grabbed a pot beside the cauldron, pouring some of its pure water into it.
"To represent the cloud," she said, letting a few drops fill the bottom of the jar. "And for the lightning..." she took a sharp metal pin from her trunk and licked the tip of it before letting some of her acidic venom drip onto it. She struck it violently against the stone wall of the room before dipping it into the water, creating a short-lived but strong spark. Discord was clearly impressed.
"Yes, yes," he offered, growing more and more excited. "Then there's Rarity, whose cutie mark is diamonds..." Serpiente carefully plucked a pinch of shattered diamonds from a different trunk and sprinkled them into a jar. "Go on..."
"Perfect! After that we have Pinkie Pie, whose cutie mark is balloons..."
Serpiente stopped short.
"Balloons..?"
"Heh, could I make something like that up?
She sighed and tossed a thin string into one of the jars, before taking a knife to scrape at her wooden staff. For once the heat came in handy, and as soon as she pierced deep enough into it, a small drop of sap oozed onto the blade. She slid it off into the jar and mumbled.
"That's the best I can do to mimic something like... balloonssss."
"That should do nicely," Discord remarked happily. "Now, who's last... Ah, yes, of course! Twilight Sparkle! The most troublesome of them all. Her cutie mark is, well... A magical sparkle."
Serpiente couldn't help but sigh again. "These ponies you've got really are quite... Botherssssome..." She sprinkled some glittery powder into the last jar, something she said was made from ground unicorn's horn. Delighted, Discord clapped his hands together.
"That's the last of them!" he said eagerly. "Let's get started!"
Serpiente exhaled in relief and motioned for him to move closer, handing him the vials as he stretched over the cauldron.
"As you pour the contents of each vial, you must say the name of whomever you want to be cursed. Whatever sins you pour into the jar will manifest themselves in the hearts of the pony, growing more and more powerful as time goesssss by."
Discord almost squealed in excitement while he flipped the cork off the blue vial with his thumb and studied the jars, wondering who he wanted to inflict first.
"Sssssuperbia," she said, "or the vice of pride."
"Hmm..." he pondered. "Aha! You, Pinkie Pie. You've spent far too much time trying to make other people smile... Let's see what people think when you start caring only for yourself! BAHAHAHA!" with that he dumped every drop of the blue liquid into the jar, wasting no time in grabbing the next one, which was green.
"Invidia. Envy."
"Ah, of course," Discord said, once again studying the jars. "Hmm... Yes! You, Rainbow Dash!" he poured all of the green liquid into the jar. "Your pride has always been your biggest downfall! Let's see how you handle yourself when all you can feel is jealousy?! AHA! This is absolutely delightful!" Serpiente chuckled quietly, not expecting that kind of reaction. Discord eagerly picked up the red vial.
"Ira," Serpiente explained, "or, 'wrath.'"
"Ah! Easy," Discord said, dumping the vial's sanguine contents into another jar. "Fluttershy was always the embodiment of kindness... Oh, how it will turn her world upside down to be consumed by anger!" He smirked and picked up the yellow vial.
"Avaritia. Greed."
"Well," Discord offered, dumping the vial into one of the jars. "Applejack has always been rather selfless with everything she gets... Hoho, Granny Smith will have a hard time getting a new hip when Applejack starts grabbing every bit she sees for herself!" He tossed the empty vial aside and grabbed the orange one.
"Gula. Gluttony."
Discord laughed to himself and almost squealed in his perceived cleverness. "Bahaha, it's perfect! Rarity has always cared the most about her figure, and not only that, but she represents the spirit of generosity. Well, Rarity, why don't you start enjoying things a little more for yourself, hmm..?" Next they arrived at a bright purple vial.
"This one is acedia, meaning 'sloth.'"
Discord snickered. "Of course it is! Meaning it would be perfect for you, wouldn't it, Twilight? Bahaha, that busy body control freak always has to be doing or planning something! Let's change that, shall we..?" With a chuckle Discord dumped the purple liquid into Twilight's jar. He clapped his hands eagerly and bit his lip triumphantly, grinning more.
"And that's the last of them!"
"Well, there isssssssss one more vial..." Serpiente handed him the vibrant pink vial. "The most powerful of them all..." She finally found her seductive attitude again while she whispered to Discord.
"Luxuria... Lussssst..."
Discord took the vial and bit his lip harder, looking at each of the jars, then back to the vial, finding it hard to choose his target. He shrugged and popped off the cork, pouring some of the pink liquid into each one of the jars until it was empty, tossing the empty vial aside. "Well, if it's so powerful, why don't we just put a little bit in each..?" He chuckled once again to himself.
"BAHAHA, I can't even imagine how those prudish ponies will react to being filled with lust, hahaha! It's brilliant!"
Serpiente, though thoroughly exhausted by Discord's antics, was clearly satisfied with their work, and she screwed on the rusty lids to each jar and submerged them into the cauldron's sparkling water, and with each one a bright flash of the same color as the liquid filled the shop until they all bubbled furiously at the bottom of the cauldron. Serpiente sat back smugly in her chair, while Discord's excitement was starting to peter out slightly.
"So... What now..?"
"What now? It issssssss done..."
"That's it??" Discord said, clearly dissatisfied. "Don't we get to, I don't know, watch or something?!"
Serpiente grinned, winking alluringly. "Watching cossssts extra..."
Chapter 2: Twilight's Day Off
Twilight yawned groggily and grumbled herself awake. Her bed had never felt so comfortable, and all she knew was that she had no plans to leave it any time soon. Outside the sun was already high in the sky, and she shuddered timidly at the sunlight pouring through her bedroom window. With a huff she pulled the blanket over her head and tried to force herself to fall back asleep, holding her eyes shut as tight as she could.
"Twilight! You're finally awake!"
Twilight held the covers over her head more tightly and tried to fake sleeping, hoping Spike would just leave her be. She growled slightly as soon as she felt him pull at the covers, knowing he wasn't going anywhere.
"Get up already!" he shouted. "Do you know how bored I've been today?? I almost started to read, Twilight! READ! I need you to, I don't know, boss me around or something! I'm not used to this!"
Twilight fought back a yawn as she tried to maintain her hold on the blanket, mumbling tiredly.
"Just give me a few more minutes, Spike... Or maybe a few more hours..."
Spike let go of the blanket and scratched at the back of his head.
"Are you sick or something..?"
Twilight smiled as she felt him let go and snuggled up to her pillow warmly, yawning again.
"Don't you think I deserve a day off once in a while..?"
Spike bit his lip and relaxed a bit. "Y-yeah, sure, Twilight... It's just... not like you..."
Twilight shrugged and let herself relax once again, not caring that it was getting very hot under the blanket.
"Don't worry about it, Spike... Just consider it your day off too..."
Spike lit up and felt himself start to grin unconsciously. A day off?? Celestia knows I might not get this chance ever again! His thoughts were flooded by all of the possibilities, all of the things he'd wanted to do but never found the time. He shook his head and cleared his throat, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.
"A day off..? Y-yeah, sure, I suppose I could find something to do..." Knowing she wasn't looking at him, he was still beaming with excitement.
"Mmhmm... Just be sure to come back home before dark..."
His excitement was dampened by his renewed concern for Twilight.
"Okay..." he said, taking a step back. "I'll, um... bring you back some warm tea from Fluttershy's cottage just in case, okay..?"
By now, Twilight was practically asleep, barely bothering to respond.
"Mmmmhmmm..."
Spike looked at the blanket-covered lump on the bed and couldn't help but feel worried. He'd never seen Twilight like this. Still, she did deserve the day off. She'll be fine, he said, turning to leave. He took one more glance at her before letting his excitement take control of him again, grinning eagerly as he hurried down the stairs and out the door, ready to make the best his first and only day off.
Even though Twilight was doing everything possible to convince the outside world that she was asleep, she couldn't convince herself. She was completely awake by now, and there wasn't any way she was going to fall asleep again. But it wasn't that she wasn't tired. She was exhausted. It was that she was filled with a completely new and foreign craving, one she couldn't ignore long enough to fall asleep, or even long enough to think about anything else. She started to grind her teeth uncontrollably, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as firmly as she could. Her breathing started to grow heavy, and the heat under the blanket wasn't helping. She bit the blanket desperately and with a forceful jerk of her head pulled it off of her and tossed it off the bed, taking a deep breath. Once she steadied her breathing she looked down at herself. Her thighs were still pressed firmly together, and there was a small but wet spot darkening the sheets beneath her. She bit her lip and lifted her hips, easing herself off the wet spot carefully and curiously.
"D-did I..?"
She eased herself down again and spread her legs, seeing that her inner thighs were glistening with moisture. She bit her lip harder and reached down to feel for herself, grazing her hoof slowly but roughly against her underbelly along the way. She couldn't help but arch her back to press up against her hoof, and her body jerked even more as she let out an exasperated, surprised gasp, pressing the edge of her hoof just above her clit. She was now completely enslaved by whatever cravings shot through her body. She slid her hoof forward carefully, holding her breath, letting out another small gasp as she pressed it just barely against her now quivering clitoris. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her hoof back and held it against her lips, parting them slowly before letting her tongue slide out, lapping it up desperately. She held it against her lips again for a few more seconds before sliding it back down, swirling her wet hoof around her clit slowly, making sure to press firmly against it every now and then.
Her body stretched and contorted in unfamiliar pleasure, and Twilight couldn't help but moan and gasp loudly. She slowly started to move herself up against her hoof in a gentle rhythm as she swirled her hoof against her wet pussy more, grinding her teeth in pure carnal desire. The more she teased herself, the more she wanted more. The more she felt herself, the more she wanted to be felt. She knew she couldn't even come close to satisfying herself this way.
She forced herself to cool off for a brief moment long enough to spring up and look around her room, desperately searching for something, anything that could fit inside her or grind against her, something she could lose herself with. She was blushing at her own frustration, but didn't care. She felt like she was going to explode.
She couldn't find anything. After all, the only thing in her bedroom were two beds and a bookshelf full of books. Her eyes turned back to the beds, groaning desperately. She perked up a bit and spied at her pillow with renewed determination. She threw herself on her bed again and used her magic to slide her pillow under her, fluffing it up slightly before lowering herself onto it. She couldn't stand to be gentle about it anymore, even if this was the first time she'd ever really tried to masturbate. She thrust her hips forward roughly, bucking against the pillow aggressively, her jaw clenched and her eyes shut tight. She leaned in to bite the corner of the pillow while she thrusted against it more, almost screaming in a confusing mix of unbearable frustration and delicious pleasure. Each time she forced herself against it she tried to get the middle seam of the pillow to graze perfectly between her pussy's lips, but even when it did she wanted it harder, faster, bigger. She buried her face into the pillow and groaned angrily, letting it muffle her screams. Once again she started grinding her thighs together roughly while she tried to think of a new plan, breathing heavily again.
Finally she sprang up once more, biting her lip in subdued excitement. Maybe all she needed was a little inspiration. After all, she'd never even come close to having sex, or seeing a stallion that up close and personal. She still didn't even know her own fantasies or desires very well. She needed something to help. She just prayed inwardly that she had something that would do the trick in her library, and wasted no time in hurrying downstairs.
"Come on, come on!" she groaned, searching frantically through her bookshelves, taking only a few seconds to study the covers before tossing the books aside. Every now and then she would open one of them and flip through the pages hurriedly, but each time she would growl in frustration and toss it with the others. It wasn't long before the floor was buried beneath hundreds of books.
"There's got to be... UGH... Something in here!"
She groaned and sat down in the pile with a thump. She gasped once again and her eyes widened in unexpected pleasure. She looked down at herself. The spine of a half opened book had perfectly wedged itself against her desperate pussy. She bit her lip and smiled slyly to herself, brushing the other books around it aside to make room before moving herself against it, letting her head hang back as she breathed out in ecstasy.
"Ahh...! I can't believe I've never tried this before..."
She used her magic to force the book up against her more as she quickened her pace, not wanting to waste any more time. She planted her legs firmly onto the floor as she used her magic to rub the book's spine along her pussy repeatedly, the edge of it rubbing her clit each time. Every now and then her breath would hitch, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the moment. She drooled slightly and let her head hang down, watching the book move against her through her legs. Highly aroused by the sight, she started rhythmically moving back and forth in a rhythm opposite her magic, drooling more onto the floor as her eyes rolled back slowly.
She lifted her head again to catch her breath and stopped moving the book altogether when something caught her attention. Her eyes lit up as she hurried to it as quickly as her quivering legs would let her, the book hovering by her side.
"Yes!" she said, flipping open one of the books in a rush. "'Basic Pony Anatomy!' I've got to find something in here..." She flipped through the pages hurriedly and slammed her hoof down against it when she found the page she was looking for. It was a detailed, highly scientific ink drawing of an adult stallion, bearing all with detailed notes describing each of his body parts. For once, Twilight was more interested in the picture.
"There we go..." she said, propping up the book in front of her before regaining her stance, sliding the book back into place slowly. She stared at the picture desperately as she started to move the book against her again, starting out moving it faster than she did before, biting her cheek roughly. Her eyes were locked on the stallion's cock, and she started to move herself more aggressively.
"Mmmm... Yes... That's it, big boy..!"
Twilight was even surprising herself by what she was saying, but she wasn't going to let her surprise distract her from her ecstasy. The more she lost herself to the sensation the more she could feel the stallion from the picture hulking over her. She turned her head just enough to imagine his hot breath against the side of her neck. She could feel that she was just small enough to fit under him as he thrusted against her with each graze of the book. She could feel his warmth radiating against her, his strong, heavy arms at her sides supporting his lumbering weight. His massive member rubbing rhythmically against her marehood. She imagined that he was just as desperate for her as she was for him, and she held her eyes shut tightly and clenched her teeth as she started to move the book much faster, much more aggressively, forcing it up firmly against herself as she punished its thick, leathery spine. She once again let her mind wander to picture the stallion thrusting his hips against her petite frame, rubbing the length of his dick purposefully along her wet pussy. She once let herself sway back and forth while she moved the book against her in an opposite rhythm. Acting on every impulse that popped up, she used her magic to spread her pussy's lips carefully, the deep pink of her spread marehood contrasting her vibrant purple coat. She moaned and twitched as the book grazed against the untouched regions of her virgin pussy. She started to grind her teeth as her ecstasy reached its peak, turning her head hard to bite her inner foreleg in desperation.
In an unexpected but highly welcomed burst of pleasure, her forelegs gave in, causing her to collapse with her chest to the floor, her ass still high in the air supported by her quivering hind legs. She opened her eyes widely. Just then, a powerful sensation shot down her body, starting with the lips of her pussy and ending with her tongue shakily hanging out of her mouth. She could feel herself get even wetter as the orgasm shook her, and she could even hear her juices splash and drip onto the wood floor with a soft patter. She continued to stare mindlessly at the picture in front of her, trying to process her first orgasm. Her breath slowed to steady, deep breaths, and she blinked several times, trying to shake herself out of it. She couldn't help but giggle as she couldn't help but imagine the stallion dismounting her, slipping himself from under her just as she was moving the book away carefully. Her heart finally found a much more calm cadence while she began to relax. She let out another deep breath, smiling rebelliously.
"Oh my... That was... amazing..."
Curious, she used her magic to take a look at her new favorite book. The deep red cover was stained even darker by her fluids, only dry in a couple of small areas, while the rest of the cover, and many of the pages, were sopping wet. She blushed and giggled a bit more, coyly. The book was appropriately titled, "Thrill Seeking: A Guide to Finding Heart Pounding Excitement," and she couldn't help but blush more at the coincidence. She lovingly tucked the book between her foreleg and her body as she collapsed onto her knees in the middle of the pile of books, again overcome with unusual fatigue and listlessness. Despite how exhausting she found that it was to satisfy herself, she wasn't exactly tired. She was even already thinking eagerly about the next time she would pleasure herself, just enough to whet her appetite but trying hard not to get herself going again. Rather, Twilight was just feeling lazy. Too lazy to clean up her mess, too lazy to even go to her bed and rest. She'd never felt anything like it, but it blended so perfectly with her carnal cravings that she didn't care. She was just about to close her eyes when the door was thrust open quickly and loudly, and she sprang up in her surprise, looking back to see who was at the door.
Spike looked in awe at the sight. The normally neat library was covered in rudely tossed, half-open books. Almost all of the shelves were bare. Twilight looked back at him, blushing thoroughly, her embarrassment growing. Her mane was frizzy and mussed, with random pink and blue locks coiled away from the others. Even her tail was untidy. Twilight was finally snapped out of her lustful imaginary world back to the real one. She suddenly could feel how unkempt her mane was, how her legs were quivering. She even felt a chill run down her as the breeze from outside brushed against her, her ass and thighs still glistening and wet from her orgasm. She fought against the shiver as she ran a hoof along her mane, trying to dismiss Spike's shock. She looked away from him and pretended to straighten out a couple of the books, sliding them back into the shelves with her magic. She cleared her throat.
"Ehem. Oh, hello, Spike... I didn't think you would be back so soon."
Spike was carrying a warm cup of tea, a green box, and a half-eaten cupcake. He set the items down on a nearby table and walked cautiously into the house, making sure to watch his step and tiptoe around the books.
"I just figured I would bring you some tea before it got too late..." he mumbled, eyeing her suspiciously. "But Fluttershy wasn't home so I just had to buy some from the market..." He took a step closer. "What... happened while I was gone..?"
Twilight blushed more. "Oh, I was just, reorganizing... You know, you can never be too organized!"
Spike was still skeptical, but offered a nod. He continued to study the pony, squinting his eyes.
"Uh huh... And what about your day off..?"
"I-I was only going to move them around a bit and then I was going to get back to relaxing..."
Spike wasn't convinced. "Mmhmm..." He walked a little closer and looked around at the books. Suddenly, he noticed how wet Twilight was as the sunlight caused her hind-quarters to glisten curiously. He giggled slightly.
"Haha, did you sit in something, Twilight?"
Twilight turned the brightest shade of red yet and stopped in her tracks, quickly turning to face him while backing herself up against the wall, trying to hide herself.
"N-no, Spike! And you should really knock before barging in here like that!"
Spike was surprised by her reaction. "B-but... I live here..."
Twilight huffed and turned away. "W-well, what if I was... Concentrating on a really powerful spell or something? You really ought to be more considerate, Spike."
Spike grumbled. "Alright, fine..." he said, walking toward the door again, his skepticism overcome by his annoyance. He turned back to look at Twilight, who was still looking away in embarrassment.
"Anyway," he mumbled, "I left the tea on the table over here. I think I bought the right kind..." Twilight's embarrassment was finally beginning to fade, and she offered Spike a timid smile.
"Thanks, Spike..."
Spike smiled back. "Sure thing, Twilight." He opened the door and took a step outside before turning back to her again. "Anyway, I'll leave you to your... Uh... reorganizing..." Just before he was about to close the door, he offered one last bit of advice.
"You know, you really oughta think about getting some fresh air. Maybe you should spend your day off at the bookstore or something."
Twilight's eyes lit up, and once again she was consumed by her lustful cravings.
"That's it, Spike!" She exclaimed. Spike opened the door again, just as bewildered as before.
"It is..?"
The bookstore was the perfect place to find something to suit her new needs. Still, she was in no shape to leave the house, nor would her newfound laziness allow her to even get out the door. Twilight bit her lip just thinking about all of the magazines and erotic novels she might be able to find. She could feel herself getting wetter again, which shocked her into action.
"Yes!" she said, running over to push Spike out the door, much to his surprise. "I need you to go and bring me one of their catalogs! Hurry along, Spike, there's not much time left in the day!"
Before Spike could refuse she slammed the door closed and relaxed against it, breathing out deeply in relief. Spike growled and grumbled unintelligibly from outside before walking away in a huff. Twilight paid him no mind. She was starting to get overpowered by her fatigue again. She lazily curled up in the pile of books and closed her eyes. Just as she got comfortable, she bit her tongue to fight back a shiver and wedged a random book firmly between her legs, trying hard not to grind against it as she drifted off into a powerful sleep.
